|Author's POV|
The cold walls of the cell were merciless, just like the faces around her. Dayawanti sat on the hard concrete floor, her once-commanding eyes now hollowed by sleepless nights. The air smelled of rust and regret. Every clang of the metal gates reminded her of the life she had lostโthe power, the pride, the respect that once followed her name.
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